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5 March 2003 (Wednesday)

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Being happy seems to require a lot less effort than being unhappy. This is, of course, because unhappiness is partly born of over-thinking. Oh, how I can dissect a bad mood, attack it with forceps and binocular microscope, run chemical tests on it until I have only the atomic particles to work with. Not that I ever really get any explanations.

I just realized sometime around three o'clock today just how happy I am, how long I've been so, and how little I've thought about it. There's nothing to solve or endure, so that corner of my brain slumbers, a machine without data to process. Look, a flock of blackbirds taking flight. Look, soft sheets and a pillow. Look, a smile across the checkout counter. You didn't have to, you just did, without thinking about it at all. Look, the sun's going down. The sky's changing colors.

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